He Got too Afraid and Suddenly Yelled out.
``[WHO ARE YOU!]``
The mushroom man scooted away here slightly as he didnt Do well with Random Strangers.

Calm down! I know i'm... different... But I'm not dangerous!

The mushroom stared Slightly Terrifyed As he stared clearing his throat with a stutter. 
``[ W-whatcha w-want?.. ]`` 

I was just agreeing with you. Sorry I startled you.

The mushroom let out a Calm Sigh. 
``[Y-yeah i-i Get startled Very easily.. ]`` 
he said staring.

I'm not from these parts. Obviously

The mushroom man looked forward towards you. 
``[Whatcha need?.. ]`` 
he said

A little company to pass the time. I'm Reyna *holds out paw to shake*

He shook this random
Fellows hand his hand
was tiny it seems.
 ``[Im kai..]`` he said

Nice to meet you! *by the way reyna's a girl*

The Tiny mushroom man Smiled abit meeting a New Friend seemingly. 
``[ Where is the  tender?.. ]`` 
He said confused.

No idea.

*The mushroom Fell asleep With
his arms on the table
as this Man had a rough time walking here.*

His mushroom cap Slightly covered his eyes
from the light as he slept here abit.

Want to hear a story?

The mushroom awoke looking around as he Looked around for the Tender. 
``[ Tender!.. TendeR?.. ]`` he said in a tired tone.

A gray and cream Harengon slid in through the entrance, shaking droplets of water from his fur. A broad shouldered Changeling followed him, drenched in a similar fashion to the smaller creature at his side, white hair plastered to his skull. Visp yawned, covering his mouth with a delicate paw, making his way with silent grace towards the nearest empty seats, Mazti following. The Changeling exuded a smug and confident aura, void white eyes sparkling with mirth while the Harengon just look absolutely exhausted, slender shoulders slumped awkwardly, bow slung over his shoulder.

"Are you sure this is the place?" Visp spoke up quietly, inky black eyes flitting sideways to look up at his stocky companion who grinned- more like leered- down at him.

"I'm sure. Drinks on me, Vispy." Maz said, practically collapsing on a seat and leaning forward on the table, chin propped up on his hand as Visp rolled his eyes lightly, sitting gingerly across from him. The Haregon had the slightest of frowns, adjusting his quiver of arrows so it no longer dug uncomfortably into his back. Both wore armor, Visp's a dark purple and green leather while Mazti's was a heavy set of iron, embroidered with gold and emerald.

Amidst the ancient and mystical Immergrummel Woods, where the boundary between the Material Plane and the Feywilds blurred, a peculiar traveler found herself on the doorstep of the tavern built within a colossal tree. The verdant canopy of the woods whispered secrets to those who dared venture here, secrets that echoed the ever-grumble of the enchanted woods.
Lia, the enigmatic half-elf rogue and illusionist, stepped out from the shadowed embrace of the woods into the warm, inviting glow of the Immergrummel Tavern. The wooden structure melded seamlessly with the towering tree, as if it had grown there naturally over centuries. The scent of tantalizing pastries, hearty stews, and fragrant ale wafted to her, beckoning her further into the enchanting establishment.
As she stepped through the threshold, Lia couldn't help but marvel at the tavern's multi-tiered layout. Wooden beams, gnarled with age and the touch of magic, formed a spiraling stairwell that led both upward and downward. The ground floor hummed with life, featuring a bustling common area where patrons traded not only coins but also goods, services, and tales of their travels across the vast multiverse.
The staff that moved gracefully through the tavern were predominantly Michtims, their small, endearing figures blending seamlessly with the enchanting atmosphere of the Immergrummel Tavern. However, half-elves and humans also mingled among the patrons, adding their own unique flair to the establishment.
Lia couldn't help but be drawn to the bar, where exotic drinks like cocoa, coffee, and fruit juices known as "Nectars" awaited. But for now, her senses gravitated toward the familiar aroma of freshly baked "Bocicne" pastries, her weakness when it came to satisfying her palate.
With a wry smile that hinted at hidden intentions, Lia took a seat at the bar, her emerald eyes scanning the diverse crowd. Her reputation as a master of manipulation and intrigue preceded her, and she knew that within the warm embrace of the Immergrummel Tavern, she could play her part in the intricate dance of secrets and alliances that often unfolded in such enigmatic places.

As the gray and cream Harengon and the broad-shouldered Changeling, Visp and Mazti, entered the Immergrummel Tavern, the atmosphere of warmth and camaraderie enveloped them like a welcoming embrace. Droplets of water cascaded from their drenched forms, pooling briefly at their feet before disappearing into the polished wooden floor. The tavern's enchanting charm seemed to come alive as they crossed its threshold.
In the heart of this mystical establishment, Innkeeper Thekla Leckertopf, a Michtim of boundless hospitality, greeted them with a radiant smile. Her voice was a melodic lilt as she addressed the weary travelers, "Ah, welcome, welcome! It seems you've been caught in the woods' playful rain. No worries, my dear friends, for you've found solace here in the Tavern at the Crossroads."
She motioned to two available seats at the bar, each with plush cushions and a view of the bustling common area. "Please, take a seat, dry off, and make yourselves comfortable. Our bar is at your service. What can I get for you today? A hearty stew, perhaps? Or maybe a taste of our famous Bočicne pastries to chase away the chill?"

Meanwhile, at another corner of the tavern, the enigmatic half-elf rogue and illusionist, Lia, had taken a seat at the bar. Her emerald eyes sparkled with curiosity as she observed the eclectic crowd of travelers and the Michtim staff bustling about their duties. The rich scents of food and drink filled the air, tantalizing her senses.
Innkeeper Thekla approached Lia with a welcoming smile, her diminutive stature belying her boundless hospitality. "Greetings, traveler. You've found your way to the heart of Immergrummel Woods and the Tavern at the Crossroads. What might I offer you this fine day? A taste of our renowned Bočicne pastries, perhaps? Or a sip of our exotic Nectars?"

As Lia settled onto a barstool, her presence seemed to blend seamlessly with the enigmatic charm of the Immergrummel Tavern. Her emerald eyes, veiled in an air of mystery, flitted across the diverse gathering of patrons and staff, each with their unique aura and stories woven into the very fabric of this mystical haven.
The Harengon and Changeling duo, Visp and Mazti, had just entered, their drenched forms a stark contrast to the warm and inviting ambiance. Lia observed their entrance with keen interest, her senses attuned to the ebb and flow of the tavern's energies. The sound of droplets of water falling from their fur and hair added a musical note to the tavern's symphony.
Innkeeper Thekla's melodic voice reached Lia's ears as she welcomed the newcomers with open arms. Lia couldn't help but appreciate the Michtim's boundless hospitality and warm smile. Her thoughts meandered briefly as she considered the options for sustenance and refreshment, but Lia was never one to rush her choices. She savored the anticipation of a well-placed decision, a trait that often served her well in her endeavors.
With an enigmatic smile playing at her lips, Lia addressed Innkeeper Thekla, her voice a velvet whisper that seemed to hold secrets of its own, "Greetings, dear Innkeeper. It's a pleasure to find myself within the heart of Immergrummel Woods and the Tavern at the Crossroads. I shall indulge in one of your renowned Bočicne pastries and a cup of your most exquisite Nectar. After all, such delightful offerings deserve to be savored slowly, wouldn't you agree?"